Richard: Play that camera angle from the fifth-floor hallway, tech team.
Tech Specialist: Loading the high-definition security feed right now, Mr. Sterling. Sound and video synced.
Clara: Look... right there on the screen.
On the monitor, Vanessa could clearly be seen walking up to the balcony railing holding baby Lily, looking down, checking if anyone was below, and deliberately loosening her grip.
Richard: She didn't stumble. She looked right down at Clara, waited for her to move, and then intentionally let go.
Detective Miller: That is textbook premeditation. There is zero doubt left for any jury in Texas.
Vanessa: Turn that off! That angle is manipulated!
Richard: Manipulated by mathematics and high-speed fiber optics, Vanessa. You're finished.
Clara: Thank God the security system records in 4K resolution.
Richard: Clara, you saved my daughter's life and helped uncover a cold-blooded plot. You are no longer just our housekeeper.
Clara: Sir? What do you mean?
Richard: I am naming you head of the Sterling Family Foundation, with a permanent annual salary and a fully paid college trust fund for your own children.
Clara: Oh, Mr. Richard... I don't know what to say. Thank you so much.
Richard: No, thank *you*. You gave me my daughter back when I could have lost everything.
Detective Miller: We're transporting her downtown now. Mr. Sterling, you'll need to sign the final affidavit at the precinct tomorrow morning.
Richard: I'll be there bright and early, Detective. Let's make sure she never sees daylight outside a cell again.
Vanessa: You're destroying my life over a brat!
Richard: That "brat" is my world. Goodbye, Vanessa.
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